After the battle
Between the antitoxins that Erin and Sanae had the foresight to purchase and the help of Dargin and Matilda, the artificer and the paladin avoid further ill effects from the poison. Night is nearly upon you - the sun has sunk past the trees and the small clearing between the forest and the looming face of K'Lethka Ridge is cloaked in shadow. Although Dargin's conjured fog has mostly dispersed by now, a thin mist seems to be congealing around the base of the ridge, long white tendrils slowly reaching out from the rock face.
As first aid activities are winding down, Malk hoots once in alarm. 'He has no name' is already nearby and can easily discern what's bothering the clawfoot - the injured lizardfolk has begun to stir. It slowly attempts to drag itself away, but Dog and Malk, working together like members of the same pack, cut it off. Malk places one vicious taloned foot on the lizardfolk's leg, while Dog stands near its head and growls. The lizardfolk ceases movement and looks at the warforged. Its blood-stained muzzle parts and guttural speech whispers out. "Hok'tor travesh? Ssehzilisk dek toklusk, tessk kraalv."
